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Actually, according to common sense, any soul with grievances would usually have an abnormal death, whether it be emotions, wealth, or a heart that was attached to it. It was precisely because of this that the soul would not leave the body, becoming an existence of all kinds of forms, ghosts, spirits, or other strange things. However, without exception, all of these situations involved the existence of breaking the order of two realms.

When I felt Director Wang's mother's abnormal grievance, my first reaction was to find out more. It was very likely that he died an abnormal death.

However, I never expected that it would be such a situation. After Director Wang finished saying all of this, his face was filled with regret and regret.

But I didn't feel any sympathy for him. What in the world could be more important than my parents? In order to obtain some money, not only did he not rush back immediately after he received news of his father's illness and his mother's death, he even stayed and thought about how to earn some money. It was also because of this that he ended up suffering a tragedy like the eating of mice.

I didn't say anything for a while as I blankly stared at him. I wanted to vomit blood. No wonder his mother would be so angry at him.

Although I really want to slap this unfilial son a few times, this isn't the time for me to fight over it. What hurts my spirit even more is how I can successfully finish this portrait.

In the nameless book that my grandfather gave me, there is a method called "Ghost Painting", which is to say that my grandfather drew a carriage during the incident with Xiuqin's husband.

However, that method can only be used by someone as old as Grandfather, and obviously, I can't.

There are two reasons why I am a little embarrassed. First, I am young and full of vigor, and second, I am a boy before I have even been born. The combination of the two causes me to be in a state of extreme yang energy, so normal ghosts would not be able to get on my body and thus be unable to express the meaning of ghosts to me with their bare hands.

But, even so, it doesn't mean that I have no other choice. You have to know, Grandfather's wolf was only a "Mortal Realm," and what I had in my hands was a genuine Soul Painter's sharp weapon, a true "Spirit Realm".

I decided to give it a try, so I said to the Director Wang: "The situation now is a bit complicated, I'm afraid that we don't have enough 3000."

I didn't increase the price just for money, but also for another idea. That is to let this Director Wang give it his all and let him know who is more important between his parents and money.

However, I had greatly underestimated Director Wang's strength. After hearing my words, he had actually heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately said: "Master Ma, money is just a small matter, what do you think?"

"F * ck!" When I heard this, I immediately cursed in my heart. I originally planned to take 5,000 yuan, but who would have thought that this fellow would have a mouth of 10,000 yuan. I was so shocked that I almost jumped up.

However, since he had already called me a master, this sort of attitude still remained. I lightly nodded my head and replied with great difficulty, "Alright, then I'll give it a try and understand your mother's wish first."

"Then I'll be troubling Master Ma." Upon hearing this, Director Wang sighed lightly and stood up. He turned his head to look at his mother lying on the bed, and continued, "If Master Ma doesn't have any orders, then I won't disturb you for now."

I didn't say anything. After the Director Wang had left, I closed the door again, unfolded a piece of paper, and laid it flat on the table.

Gripping the White Bone Writing Brush in my hand, I softly recited, "Yin and yang are separated into two, one is separated between Yin and Yang, the other is floating between the heaven and earth, the cause and effect of Spirit Extermination is dissipated, if you love the matters of the mortal world, the Spirit Realm shall be enchanted with the world!"

As I read, I slowly extended my middle finger and lightly pressed on the hole at the end of the White Bone Writing Brush's pen. In a short moment, I felt a pain on my fingertip, as if something had stabbed it.

However, I was in no hurry to remove my fingers, because this was exactly what the book meant by a 'Blood Drop Avatar'.

Because my yang energy is too strong, normal ghosts cannot use my body to express their thoughts, but if I use this method to draw blood essence into my spirit channel, it can replace the function of my body to some extent and become a medium for the ghost to communicate with the Yang world.

This kind of method was similar to the Brushstroke Immortal, but compared to strange things like the Brushstroke Immortal, this method was much safer and more appropriate. Coupled with the Spirit Realm restrictions, it would not cause the Phantom Shadow to stay behind.

When I felt that it was about time, I gently placed the White Bone Writing Brush onto the xuan paper. A slight vibration passed through the brush and I finally loosened my grip.

When I removed my hand, the White Bone Writing Brush that was originally tilted slightly immediately stood up, as though it was an invisible hand, and then slowly started to draw along the xuan paper.

However, I didn't dare to take an extra glance at this time. Instead, I slowly closed my eyes and tried my best to perceive the movement trajectory of the White Bone Writing Brush.

Actually, this action had nothing to do with the "Blood Clone", but when my blood dripped into the hole in the White Bone Writing Brush's body, I felt as if I had some sort of relationship with the White Bone Writing Brush, as if the White Bone Writing Brush had suddenly become a part of my body.

However, at this time, I also felt something else. To be more precise, it was an emotion that came from the White Bone Writing Brush.

I couldn't help but be surprised and delighted at the same time.

Because, I am very clear that this emotion is not from the White Bone Writing Brush itself, but from the Director Wang's mother's spirit.

Anger and sorrow flowed into my mind through this connection that I couldn't see at all. They were like clouds, like mist, ethereal yet at the same time extremely distinct. Unknowingly, I even felt a sense of empathy for them.

However, throughout the entire process, a human face appeared from time to time. It was especially distinct and eye-catching. It was a fashionable girl in her twenties or thirties. She was pretty and tall.

But at the same time, I also found that every time this woman appeared, that feeling of anger was especially intense, almost making me feel empathized with her.

I couldn't help but feel curious. How could such a woman make the old lady have such a strong hatred for her?

After an unknown amount of time, the connection suddenly stopped, and the White Bone Writing Brush also powerlessly fell onto the xuan paper.

I looked up and saw a picture printed on the paper. It was none other than the woman.

However, perhaps it was because the old lady's ghost emotions were too strong, even though the woman on the xuan paper had a very recognizable face, but on the screen she had a faintly discernible sneer at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were cold and teasing, and her face had a smile that did not reach the eyes, making people feel disgusted.

I sighed. It seems that the reason why the old lady kept lingering wasn't because of her son's late return for a few days, but because of this woman.

Could it be Director Wang's wife, the old lady's daughter-in-law?

I looked at the painting in a daze and couldn't help but mock it. As the saying goes, 'A daughter-in-law is the natural enemy of heaven', since ancient times, disputes between daughter-in-law have always been difficult to reconcile with. Even after the old lady had died, she still remembered this woman.

I shook my head, kept the White Bone Writing Brush, and called Director Wang in. However, before I took out the painting, I still asked: "Director Wang, you … "Married?"

Hearing my words, Director Wang's face immediately became odd, and he asked me in surprise: "Why did Master Ma suddenly ask about this?"

The reason why I asked that was because I was curious. Since Director Wang didn't want to say it, then I didn't have to keep up the suspense and took out the painting with the woman's image out. I displayed it in front of Director Wang and asked: "Do you know him?"

I had thought that even if Director Wang was not related to this woman by marriage, I would at least get to know her. But I never thought that Director Wang only took a glance at her, and then replied softly: "I don't know her, who is she?"